Chapter 446
Chapter 446:
Yeah, but I wasn’t stupid enough to admit it out loud. “I already made plans with Yvaine. Road trip, just the two of us p>
“Yvaine’s going p>
“Yes. She wants some kind of psychic reading. She’s looking for a good luck charm for her boyfriend p>
“Yup. I figured I’d check it out too, see if the woman’s actually psychic or just stoned p>
I wrapped my arms around his neck.
His skin was warm from the couch blanket, faintly lemony.
His jaw was still unshaven from this morning and a little scratchy against my cheek.
He reached the bed and sat down, pulling me into his lap.
I ended up straddling him without much of a say.
“Since when do you care about psychics p>
“Since my studio got wrecked twice in one week. We’re both starting to think it’s cursed. I thought, why not? You’ve got meetings all week anyway. It’s not like you’ll be bored p>
He didn’t look thrilled. “So Yvaine’s boyfriend gets a good luck charm… and I don’t p>
“You want one p>
“If it’s from you p>
I leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I’ll buy you the most expensive one she’s got p>
Ashton slid his hand around the back of my neck and kissed me harder. “How long are you gone for?” he asked once we both caught our breath.
“Three days p>
“When are you leaving p>
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“Day after tomorrow. Morning p>
He shifted his grip to my waist and pushed me down flat against the mattress.
“Then I better make up for the three days’ lost time in advance p>
The next morning, I didn’t get out of bed.
On the day of departure, I was supposed to meet Yvaine at nine.
I showed up half an hour late, walking like my joints had been replaced with chewed gum.
It took five hours to get to Elmridge.
We were using Yvaine’s car and agreed to split the drive.
She volunteered to take the first half, but not until she’d finished laughing at my… what she called my “post-coital face.” I didn’t even know that was a thing.
“Sure it is,” she said. “Droopy eyelids, swollen lips, legs like baby Bambi’s, and that weird, blissed-out smile p>
“I’m just excited about the trip,” I said.
“Sure you are p>
Her good mood lasted until we reached The PanContinental.
A porter was waiting at the front door, but so was Cassian Langford.
“You told him?” Yvaine turned towards me, suspicious.